OPRAH MONEY (feat. Yeahthismoh) Song Lyrics

(Kick up on that beat, Moh!)
We go up down, up down
(Moh murdered the beat!)
Uhh

We go up down, plotting on his block my niggas spin around
Fuck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down
Come round, when that shit get messy we gone lay him down
Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about, yeah
I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me
Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me
Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money

Surrounded by them monsters like I'm Percy Jackson
Made him a ghost like Patrick Swayze, got him dirty dancing
Bitch ima die bout my respect I had to turn to rapping
Feel like Criss Angel in the booth now watch me work my magic
And I be riding with them badmons we ain't never did no good deeds
Spliffy gone snatch the chain up off your neck because it look free
Know niggas acting friendly but they still ended up on Dateline